apparently a carpet in a closet side single bed roon needed replacement and cost four hundred pound even though orginal was about a tenner and did i see a penny of my bloody security deposit? did i fuck. probably went on booze and fags.

maybe even a nice wee holiday

bastards!

never ever live with the landlady/lords child... did i know she was land ladies child? of course not.

But what irritated me is that we have a lease until end of June, and she was hurrying us out. I told her I'd be leaving by early afternoon on a set day, and she turns up that morning with a painter, who proceeds to repaint my room, making it very hard for me to move out properly.

She then has the cheek to complain that I didn't clean my room properly or put it back together, when her fucking oddjob was still in there splattering the walls cause she wants to get her next tenants in and us out. Cheap, that's what it is.

she dressed in a lot of tweed, gave us all the improvements we asked for (new cooker, fixed fridge, new paint job on the stairs after a burst pipe) and let us have a sky dish drilled onto the house after the tv aerial blew off the roof.

and it was only about £56 a week for our 5 bedroom, 3 bathroom student palace.